Norton Towers – apartment block for ladies w

Chapter one
What does a reasonably active professional man of 60, full head of hair and reasonably libido do when made redundant? In my case it was a case of being realistic and finding any job that pays the bills. So when I saw this ad for a mature concierge porter/handyman, I thought why not?’
After submitting the application I was invited to be interviewed by the ‘property management committee’. As I entered the old upmarket Edwardian mansion block in the suburbs I was met by a smartly dressed lady but there was something different.
I could not figure it out but usually, you don’t meet many mature women over fifty dressed to the nines in a figure hugging dress finishing an inch above her knees. Mind you, although on the plump side, she did have a reason – great legs.
“Mr Young, pleased to meet you, I am Gwendolyn Green. Thank you for coming. We are in a unique position, so to speak, because this block is owned and managed by us. And as we are not in the first flush of youth so to speak, we need to find the right person who can arrange things like taxies etc and do those small jobs that frequently need attending to...changing bulbs, looking after the garden, decorating and other stuff that will be explained later.”
Gwendolyn led me into the lounge where I encountered about half a dozen tenants – four women and two guys ranging from 50 to around 70.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is My Young; I have outlined his basic duties and explained that as we have to all agree so he has kindly agreed to this informal interview. Let me make the introductions. From left to right are Mrs Johnston, Ms Green, Mrs Hopwith, Mr Smythe and lastly, Mr Carmichael”.
They too were dressed to kill (not say stimulate) and in the case of the women, not mutton dressed as lamb but dressed to kill. Ample tits busting out, tight trousers, you get the picture. In fact I was getting a bit of a stiff just looking at them all. Not wanting them to think I was a randy goat, I sat down opposite and waited for the expected barrage of questions.
Yes there were the usual ones …experience, can I do minor electrical plumbing etc.etc. Then Mrs Hopwith, leaning back and slowing crossing her legs without to much haste and discretion said: “Mr Young, you seem ideal from a practical point of view, but are you discreet? I ask because as you as you will appreciate everyone lives their lives their own way and, shall we say, have lifestyles and interests, requirements that may seem different. Don’t you agree?” addressing this to all the group as well as me.
What she said was obvious, but this was different, nice different, but different. I reassured her that having been in positions of trust in the past and discretion was in my d and A, so to speak.

It was difficult looking her in the eye because by now she had discreetly parted her legs giving me great view of her open gusset girdle holding up sheer nylon stockings stretched over her luscious fleshy thighs. If this was anything to go by I was quickly coming to the conclusion that looking after and nurturing the needs and requirements of the tenants of Norton Towers will be interesting.
After a week Gwendolyn phoned to offer me the job and after accepting, asked if I could start next week. She said that Mrs Hopwith had kindly offered to show me around (where, I wondered) and give me background notes to all the tenants.
Confidently striding into the reception dead on nine, I spied her sitting in an easy chair. Smiling she got up and slowly walked towards me.
“Welcome Mr Young,” Shaking my hand she added:” as we are going to be working together today, I think we should be on first name terms. Mine is Yvonne and yours is? “
Robert I replied….fascinated. Talk about making the best of one’s assets. Although attractive, she also had what I call a wow factor. She was about 60, standing five four, with a very curvy and generous size 18 encased in a respectable blouse and clinging black stretch trouser that hugged and slit up her vulva that was obviously ready for action.

“Before we start Robert, I would like clarify a few things. As you will have noticed we may getting on in life but we are far from gaga. Each of us, single or as a couple, live here because we all follow the same philosophy of personal fulfilment and enjoyment – individually and together. To the outside world we are ‘oldies’ but in here we are vibrant and enjoy each others company...in all ways. As soon as your eyes homed in when I crossed my legs at the interview I knew that you probably shared our outlook on life. And unlike most others over 50 you will have noticed that we all always ensure we look good and make the best of what we have got.

In a nutshell, they all enjoyed an active social and sex life and their desires have not stopped with age.
“Here” added Yvonne, “we can do so without being scorned or laughed at. Do you understand?” By now my interest was aroused.
“Yvonne, may I ask a simple question…how did you all come together here?

“Yes, we are very fortunate. It started about four years ago. Gwendolyn was the originator. Being a young girl in the sixties, when she hit 50 she realised that when a woman reached 40 or 50 the world and the majority of men believed their sex drive shrivelled up and died. But the biological fact is that it increases. The problem she found was how to ‘keep going’ so to speak. So when she inherited this block in the early nineties instead of selling up, she tufted all the tenants out and began a campaign to find ‘like-minded’ owners. Of course, you don’t do that by going to an estate agent. No she placed ads in relevant publications and other methods, friends of friends etc.

Don’t run away with thinking we’re all sex mad…we’re not. But if you enjoyed making love or whatever turns you on says 3-4 times a week in your twenties and thirties then, if you are still healthy, it stands to reason that you would like to continue that as long as you can”.

Gwendolyn went to explain that both couples an singles did find ‘soul mates’ and there was always enough interest when something new came up! For example, if one has been living with someone for a long time and you mutually enjoyed what some would say was a fetish or different, and then it stopped…death, separation whatever…they could also find an interested participant.

“Now, so as there are no big surprises, I will show run through each tenant’s profile. But before that, let’s have nice cup of tea…your going to need it! “

Sitting down in the back office Yvonne opened the tenants' profile book. I was surprised in that in all there were only 15 – three couples, 9 women and 4 men. ‘The youngest Joan is 60 and Peter, our eldest, at 82 is still active but needs a friendly hand to get started.

There were usual details, food, shopping, etc but at the end was a group of initials. I asked what they represented and Yvonne said “their sexual proclivities". I am showing you them only because I want you be able to put into context what you may or may not, see various things which may appear slightly bizarre or odd.”
The list was interesting and included a roll call ranging from water sports to wanking with twists and kinks in between. Exhibitionists, bi-sexual, role player etc. Thankfully no one was into Bondage or Sadism but some did like mild domination.

“As you see” added Gwen, “a lot of the ladies are exhibitionists which I think is natural at 70 as at 17 as all women are nurtured to show off”. Looking down as my cock stretched out my crotch, she added … “and some men too!”

Then she asked “So as you are now with us, it is only fair that we know what you like, what turns you on. I know it’s hard to be honest by really, it will make your time here a lot more enjoyable. By the look at that lovely hard cock straining to get out of your trousers, you too are not shy…like me. Now what else”?

“Well, Yvonne, Like everyone, a lot of what turns me on goes back to adolescence” My problem was how far I was prepared to ‘come out’ so to speak. She was obviously a sophisticated lady so I spelt it out.
“Well first Yvonne, I am a devoted lover of ladies who wear girdles. Ever since I grew up in the early sixties looking at ladies in open gusset girdles especially with, untrimmed natural pubic hair and stockings just does it for me…like you did when you deliberately and slowly crossed your gorgeous legs at the interview.
“Oh Robert, I am so pleased. Most of us ladies here wear girdles or full corselets as it tends to help keep us in state of shall, we say, readiness. But today, it would not look good with these very tight trousers which I wanted to wear as I love the feeling and attention my displaying my fantastically large fanny bulge gets. I just love the fact that men cannot take their eyes off it. Heaven”.

Continuing, I added that I enjoyed role playing and whilst never tried it, I do get turned on by women pissing but never been fortunate in finding ladies who enjoyed it in a sexual context.
I was open about liking naturally hairy ladies, and my initiating in enjoying mutual wanking which started as a youth in cinemas with older men.
To finish I included large busts with even larger aureoles and most important for me …my genuine desire to give others pleasure as well as myself. When I finished, Yvonne said that I would fit right in and guaranteed that I would be very happy working there. By the looks of it, I would.

To be continued.
Chapter 2
Norton House – Rosemary’s secret

Being employed as Norton House general factotum and handyman, my life took on an entirely new meaning and taught me that life really does begin at 60. Everything was discreet and the tenants very nice and pleasant. One thing I did learn was that all the residents changed inside out, so to speak.
When going out, one would think they were just ordinary middle class oldies. Inside however, they all dressed and acted as they perceived when they were in their prime and with style and grace. It was fantastic.
Rosemary was a good example. I was guess she was around 65, buxom and good looking with great legs. On Tuesday last week, she asked me if I could find her help her with a ‘delicate’ situation.
Blushing, she mentioned that whilst her husband left her quite ‘well off’, she had been surfing the net and found what she described as ‘ intimate desires mature chat room’ and had struck up a friendship with a couple who had sent her some ‘nice videos’ and they wanted some of her.

“The problem is Robert, is that I cannot film myself can I? Would you be a love and do it for me….I am desperate because for the first time in my life, I have found someone who shares my long-term but sadly unfulfilled interest in what I now believe is called ‘Water sports’”
I was intrigued, so when having a sherry in her apartment, I asked how her interest in water sports was triggered.
“Well, Robert, I was about 12 and in boarding school when I discovered masturbation. But the difference was that unlike other girls, I had, and still have, a big bladder, rather like my clitoris – believe me it was embarrassing at the time. Well, one day, I was lying enjoying the sun in a field and started daydreaming of the usual stuff. I was really horny and as no one was around, I took off my knickers and started getting a little stiffy, so to speak, …as I was coming I had this massive urge to pee urgently, so just let it gush out which triggered the most fantastic orgasm.”

She added that she continued with her fetish on her own for many years as she thought she was a freak and not something that ladies should enjoy.
“You know Robert, this is the first time I have truly found someone like me and I intend to enjoy it. So will you help me, please?”

What could I say, but yes. Arriving that evening, Rosemary opened the door dressed not too dissimilar to that of young public school girl. Simple blouse covering a pair of ripe 36 DD melons finished with a flared light brown skirt stretched over her sexy belly and finishing about 2 inches below the knee.
“Go through to the living room, Robert. I have set up the basics, so to speak, but we need to get run through how we will film this….I am just going to have a drink, would you like a beer?”

Bringing me and herself a generous pint of larger, she added “Robert, whilst I am not now embarrassed in acknowledging my ‘kink’ so to speak, this is the first time anyone has seen me do it. The last thing I want is to feel is humiliated. So if what I am about to do is going to make you feel uneasy, please say so now and we will forget all about it.”

“What, Rosemary, I share your interest in a small way but have never ever met a lady who likes it as well. So no, I won’t be embarrassed….more like excited. Shall we have another pint?

She beamed and hurriedly refilled the glasses. “Now we know where we stand, let’s make a great movie”. Lifting the settee cover, she showed the plastic sheets and those around it”
“Now, I am not very creative, how you think we should film this. Don’t forget this couple have been kind to send me some movies but they are rather basic…her on the toilet, him peeing on her at the same time. I would like something a bit different and as yet don’t have a –‘piss pal’ to star with. What do you think?”

My mind was going into overdrive. “What about this? You’re sitting down reading and sipping a drink, very refined. Then, think back to when you were younger, when it first started, you start daydreaming and slowly you pull up your skirt and start fingering yourself. You get carried away, the book drops, and you undo your blouse to show off those luscious tits and pert nipples.
Now bearing in mind that I am not here, you slowly open your legs wide for the close up of your clit... and then take it away. The thing is the film will surprise the viewer. What do you think?”
Her smile gave me the green light.
My opinion of porn videos is that they are never very erotic; an erotic film as opposed to a porn film is harder because you have to engage and build up the viewers' emotional climax as well as the participants climax.
“You have great taste, Robert; I can see you like the finer things in life. Now let’s start”

I set up the lighting and put on a soft jazz cd whilst Rosemary went to ‘make some alterations’. Stepping out of the bedroom, she said “This doesn’t look tarty does it, Robert?”
She had replaced the plain cotton blouse with a see through one that clearly showed what could be call a platform included in a see through sheer nylon corselet. Platform came to mind because all the top half did was support those lovely luscious tits showing off her large rich brown aolaes surrounding extremely fat nipples. Her ensemble was finished off with a very short grey skirt but this time her thighs were encased in delicate 10 denier nylons held taught by flimsy suspenders. She was obviously getting into the mood and quickly finished off another pint of larger!
With her on the on the sofa I started shooting but there was problem …stage fright, I suppose. She looked like a very bad actress. “Look Rosemary, will it help if I help get your imagination going. That should get you in the mood”….
Think back to that first day, the sun is hot and you’re reading a saucy chapter…she leaned against her and felt his manhood urging into increasingly moist womanhood. Suddenly, as if a switch in her was turned on, she was in the mood. They music and the effect of the larger took over. Languidly she slowly opened her creamy fat thighs and started caressing her silver haired cunt which was highlighted by her very open crotch corselet.
However, unlike the young girl of past Rosemary now had a lovely bush of fanny hair.
Whilst dreamily fingering herself Rosemary gradually unbuttoned her blouse, revealing those great tits. She was obviously getting into the mood as I swear those nipples had grown by at least another ¼ of inch. She was shedding inhibitions as fast as her clit came out her labia.
So far, I was just the cameraman, but I was also the voyeur. And boy would I love to fuck her. Fully reclined with her eyes dreamily half closed, she started talking extremely dirty.
“Robert, I really love my clit. It’s like a small cock in a way, don’t you think. And when I do this – rubbing her finger over the top - it makes me want to spurt” As she said that a golden shower of piss arched across me.
With three pints of larger in my straining bladder and a very big lob on I was getting both randy and uncomfortable.
“Why Robert, I do believe I am turning you on – look at those trousers”
Looking down I saw a large wet patch.
“You’re dribbling, you naughty man. Take off those trousers right now and come over here”
Still filming, I scrabbled out of my trousers, and walked over. Taking my semi hard dick Rosemary put it in her mouth and tongued my piss hold. It was fantastic but really loosened by bladder and I squirted. With it dribbling down her mouth Rosemary smiled and swallowed. “Now you know how to squirt too” she said.
Never once during all this did she let up pulling and tugging her clit and was getting very excited. “I don’t think I can hold out much longer, time for the close up. This will make it easier for you”
Lifting one leg up and still rubbing and tugging her ever protruding thick clit she was gone…. Sighs a moan and then: “Hey, Robert, I have a great orgasm when I piss, but I l I was thinking, what it would be even better why don’t you piss inside me at the same time. I know you can.
This was not in the script, but my bladder was near to bursting and not having taken my magic tablet, my semi-hard cock was up to the job. Why waste this experience.
Placing the camera low and checking that we would get a great scene, I went over and eased my cock into a very wet cunt.
“That’s great, Robert, you are going to make me very happy”.
“Oh that’s lovely, not hard not soft…just the way I like it”. Then, slowly but steadily surges of hot piss gently gushed from her clit hole as her orgasm started.

She started writhing underneath me and I f***ed my cock to piss deep into her. As soon as it hit her wall she went nuts and I was showered in a literal torrent of piss. It went everywhere.
Suffice to say that as soon as it started it was over….the climax.
The film? It looked great. And with a bit of editing Rosemary's cyber couple loved it so much they invited her to bring ‘her friend’ when she visits them next month. I said that I was not sure. It’s all right some times …but not every time. There are so many other things one can do.

Chapter 3

Adventurous Dora
Unlike the other tenants in Norton Towers, Dora dressed smart but demurely. She was fairly attractive for a 60 year old but one thing I did notice was the fact that her demure dresses were always very tight – especially across her arse.
One evening just as I was ready for home, she buzzed down asking a big favour.
“Robert, I know you’re ready to leave but I am getting severe cramps in my thighs, I can hardly move. I am a bit embarrassed but as I know you’re discreet, could you by any chance come up and get my legs going, so to speak”.
She went on to explain that what normally relieved the problem was gentle massage. Agreeing to ‘help’ her, she asked me bring the pass key to let myself in.

In the flat I announced my arrival “Robert, I am grateful for this", she replied. I’m in the lounge”. She did look pained and I was sorry for believing otherwise.
Slumped in her usual tightly fitted dress she said, “I am really embarrassed about this Robert, will you help me to the bedroom and I also as you cannot massage me over this dress, I will also need your help to remove it.

Helping her up her then led me by the hand to the bedroom. I pulled down the zip and peeled it off, revealing a fine figure and that arse encased in a sheer see through open gusset girdle.

Placing her gently face down on the bed, I noticed a bottle of body lotion on the bedside table. “Will it be ok to use this, Dora”? Giving me the okay, I poured some into my hands and rubbed them together to take away the chill and started massaging her calves.
Moving up to the thighs, she passed remarks about the pain gradually going away and added “ What must you think…an old lady like me…not such a great body as when I was younger”

“I would not say that, you have a fine body Dora. Can I just spread you legs a bit so I can reach the inside of your thighs, you want me to do you all over, don’t you’… with emphasis on ‘do’ element.

Looking her lovely arse I slowly moved my hands under her girdle and into her lovely buttocks.
“ Oh that’s a relief. You know, Robert, I can feel the circulation coming back. I have never had a massage by a man before. Do they do it differently?
“Well, Dora, I am of the school that believes in giving ladies a really deep penetrating work out. You know, reviving the places that don’t get the attention they should do…now are you happy for me to do that for you?
“Um, Robert, do your best.’
As I gently continued she lifted her arse to ensure my fingers touched had access to her anus and and very hairy cunt.
Slowly rimming her arsehole casually she said, “Oh that’s interesting Robert, a nice tingling sensation. You know, when my late dear husband was fondling me I always hoped his hands would go there. I really do like it.” With that I then gently eased my finger right up. “Oh, Oh that’s lovely. Don’t stop.
By now my balls were aching for action, “Dora, you are a lovely lady but you are making me horny, so let me show you some real action” Stripping off I put a pillow under her and then astride her began to slide my cock up and down from cunt to crack. Easing it in I slowly pushed and she began to fuck like mad.
More to the point, it turned out that Dora, was ready to explore other thinks as well. Later as we were having a chat and she had calmed down, she told me that her tits were really sensitive and would love me to suck and fuck them when, as she explained, “we do it next time”.
I said that would be great and when I owned up to being turned on seeing ladies expose very hairy fannies wearing open crotch girdles she promised to shop trimming it in return for me helping her. “ You know Robert, give me a couple of months and we will both enjoy the best experience yet. I promise you.

Chapter 4 Joan and Jim

Joan and Jim lived in number 34 and were by all accounts very quiet and not what the others would call ‘adverterous’. One Friday about 3.00pm I had a call from them asking if I would help turn in their new digital TV which had been delivered the day before.
Jim answered the door and directing me to the living room added, “We’ve been trying to tune it in and link up the DVD but the thing doesn’t want to work” Just then Joan entered. She was buxom size 18 and looked around 60 but plain – not ugly – just plain ordinary and seemingly dowdy.
“ Robert, we’ve heard that you can fix most things and we were hoping you could get it going for us” She went over to the TV and turned it on. Well, all showed was a blank white screen. “ I followed the instructions and it says it autotunes itself . Look.”

Hitching up her dress she squatted down to reach to right button. “I’ve pressed this but there is nothing doing” Swivelling around with her knees apart I got a great look at her fat and extremely hairy cunt . Smiling , she added: “ do you see what I mean?”
Not thinking anymore of it I asked if she could move aside and see what the matter was. Reverting to normal, Joan then asked if wanted a drink and went out to make the proverbial cup of tea.
Jim obviously saw it as well and when I was round the back of the TV checking the connections he added “ Did you like what you saw? Not many men like big ladies. Myself I love em…lots more to hang on to. Joan has heard that you enjoy watching ladies flashing so she thought she would give you a treat but was apprehensive as she is rather tubby.
“Absolutely not” and added “ by the way, I really love very hairy women” and to get him really going, added “ especially around a lovely fat cunt….As a matter of fact, if you think Joan is up for it, , I think we could all enjoy ourselves ….after I have got the TV working.”

Jim’s eyes lit up. As I was working out how to retune it, I put it Jim that we could make an afternoon of it with some sexual role playing. “Joan obviously likes flashing …what else…and what about you?”
“Um that’s a tricky one, as far as sex goes, it takes me while to get really hard but with the right stimulation I am up for it.
After about 10 minutes Joan was back with the tea. By then I had got the TV working fine and Joan looked flushed but seemed happy and had changed into a house coat that was just belted around her ample waist. She looked for all the world like a staid buxom aunt who would not say boo to a goose.
Pointing to the settee, Joan said “ Robert, sit down there next to Jim…. Jim move over a bit. Asking how many sugars I took, she leaned over the coffee table to pour the tea and as she did so, displayed the most gorgous pair of tits.
To get things going, I said “ Joan, I had call yesterday from a friend of mine who has a company that designs and makes exotic lingerie for mature ladies. It’s not what you think but very sophisticated. Anyway, he is looking for models for his new catalogue. And when I couldn’t help but notice that when you poured the tea I caught a glimpse of what I would call a lovely item of lingerie. So it just came to me that you would be an ideal model for his new lines. If I have embarrassed you I apologise, it was just an idea. What do you think, is it something you would consider?
“Robert, what a surprise…I’m flattered. I’ll have to think about it” Sitting down across from us, she said “what do you think Jim, you know I not 16: more like 60”.
“But darling” replied Jim, it is a great opportunity, you know you’re proud of what you’ve got. “For example you legs, you know I get horny just looking at them”.

That was the cue she needed. Slowly lifting up and crossing her legs Joan’s flimsey housecoat fell apart she saide, “what, these old things”… caressing the sheer 10 denier seamed stockings she added, “ I know they turn you on, Jim but what about you Robert, do you think they pass?” ….. as the words passed she gradually parted her fat thighs and d****d one leg over the arm of chair.
With her fat pussy tightly encased in transparent panties and a protruding bush of lush hair poking outside she added “ well ,Robert, will I do?
Again sitting primly I asked Joan to show me her bust and just as quick she shrugged off the house coat and stood up in a stunning sheer literally see through white one piece corsellette which showed her full tits and very dark aeolas to best advantage . This was one lady who adored showing herself.
Running her hands up and down her body she explained that she always loved silky lingerie and spent a fortune on it. Making no attempt to put back on the ‘prop’ housecoat she sat down with what one would call an expectant smile.
“Tell you what Joan, what if I took sample photos to sent to my friend, just to give him a better idea of what a fantastic model you would make. Would that be ok? In fact he was said that he was looking for new ways to help show off the lingerie…to stimulate his customers’ imaginations. After all they are interested in the ‘erotic’ so to his reasoning was that they would not be offended if he showed them how his products can help sensual mature ladies get the best results.

Jim, would you get me you camera?” As Jim went to get he was proudly displaying a bulge in his trousers and added “ Robert, this is just great, keep it up” Whilst he was rummaging around for the camera, I decided to see just how far they wanted to go. “ Tell me Joan, you’ll have noticed that I too am getting excited but what has turned me on is your extremely hairy cunt, is there a reason why you don’t shave….don’t get me wrong I like it as I slowly rubbed my bulging cock. And by the size of of Jim’s bulge, he does too”.

“Why Robert, using those words makes this exciting…yes, I just love watching the reaction of men, when they see it… as you’ve seen with Jim. Oh, he is now”
Jim handed me the camera and I after I had run of half a dozen shots of Joan in the usual posing positions I casually said “ Joan, those panties look a little slack, I went over and gently turned her around facing Jim and to get him going, I tugged up her panties and forcing the crotch deeply into between her fat labia and up into the crack of her arse. “ There, what do you think, Jim?” Well, his eyes popped out but Joan remarked in all seriousness, “ Well it fine for you two to get turned on but what about me? Time you boys showed me exactly how appreciative you are!”
Me I didn’t need asking twice. Frankly my cock was in agony and after I swiftly took off my trousers so did Jim. As Jim dropped his pants, I got the biggest shock of my life – his cock was at least 2 inches longer than mine and dripping with pre-cum.
“Well, what can we do with this situation”, added a smiling Joan who mentioned that she had never seen Jim so hard in many a year….in fact ever since they had a threesome some years ago. With that she slipped off her panties and sat down beside me.
Caressing her swollen fat and now moist hairy labia she purred, “ Robert , as well as being extremely hairy I have a large cunt and love it filled, but my I can only really cum when there is another lovely cock up here ”. Lifting her leg up she grabbed my hand and pushed it into down into her similarly hairy arse adding “ Don’t I Jim, honey.

And now you two can give me what I want. That’s right honey bun. Two at once. Now, why don’t you two get better aquainted as I get myself ready in the bed room.

She left us with our erect cocks in a highly excitable and ready to burst state state. Jim’s massive eight inches was dibbling pre-cum and mine was really hard and really wet too. I was fasinated and mentioned to Jim that I would be no good for Joan as I would shoot my load as soon I entered her.

Slowly rubbing his uncut cock, Jim replied “ Robert, I have not been this hard in a very long time and the reason is that when we do a threesome I just love feeling another when I am in Joan. But I can see what you mean”, leaning over he wrapped his hand around my dick and slowly started to wank me off.
“Go on, don’t be shy, I can see your dying to hold this” pulling by hand and placing it on him upright flagpole. “There isn’t this good” he added as slowly we wanked each other off, the pre-come acting as a real turn on. Needless to say, we both shot wads up our stomachs.
Jim then began to explain how Joan likes to be fucked. Apparently she likes to go on top of him and whilst they ‘get going’ she loves to have her arsehole explored first 1 finger, then two and then reamed with a lovely oily dick. He added that when I get really deep, I will feel his cock in her cunt and it will blow my mind….and send June crazy.

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